For St. Patrick's Day, Gay Henchman invited me over to his friend's house for a small family dinner. I think he and his friend are dating. Or they're boyfriends. Or their interests in each other are barely budding--but then again they're not lesbians. With the rather hazy boundaries of gay relationships nowadays they could just be really good friends. Or friends with benefits, a concept that I'm still finding incomprehensible.
Anyway his family was very lovely. They're not Irish by the way, just the type of family that grew up closely-knit. And although most of their kids are grown up, they do try to have as many get-togethers as time will allow them to. I'm sure they have their own family problems just like everyone else, but these sorts of events in themselves would deem them the exemplary American family. At least in my opinion. Usually modeled institutions from my perspective are constructed from the lacking of society now.
Anyway, they were also welcoming to newcomers such as myself. However when I told them that I am strictly sober, they looked at me as if I had a platypus suddenly appear on my shoulder. But they were accommodating as they served me green apple cider in a wine class--which was a very nice gesture. They just think now that at one point in my life I was a terrible drunkard, haha!
The dinner consisted of the "traditional" St. Patrick's meal: soda bread, leak and carrot, potatoes au gratin (French, but it was good nonetheless), and corned beef. But my complements to GH's friend's mother, whom so far had made the best soda bread and potato au gratin I have ever tasted. I failed though in trying to coax the secret ingredients out of her. For a woman who can hold her alcohol, she can hold her secrets!
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
The above comic was sent to me by Gay Henchman, which made me laugh outloud. Thank goodness I found him.
Anyway his family was very lovely. They're not Irish by the way, just the type of family that grew up closely-knit. And although most of their kids are grown up, they do try to have as many get-togethers as time will allow them to. I'm sure they have their own family problems just like everyone else, but these sorts of events in themselves would deem them the exemplary American family. At least in my opinion. Usually modeled institutions from my perspective are constructed from the lacking of society now.
Anyway, they were also welcoming to newcomers such as myself. However when I told them that I am strictly sober, they looked at me as if I had a platypus suddenly appear on my shoulder. But they were accommodating as they served me green apple cider in a wine class--which was a very nice gesture. They just think now that at one point in my life I was a terrible drunkard, haha!
The dinner consisted of the "traditional" St. Patrick's meal: soda bread, leak and carrot, potatoes au gratin (French, but it was good nonetheless), and corned beef. But my complements to GH's friend's mother, whom so far had made the best soda bread and potato au gratin I have ever tasted. I failed though in trying to coax the secret ingredients out of her. For a woman who can hold her alcohol, she can hold her secrets!
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
The above comic was sent to me by Gay Henchman, which made me laugh outloud. Thank goodness I found him.
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